Javier gazed down at Michael, in love with him more than ever. A flush bloomed under the skin of his tear-streaked face, his pale green eyes wide and adoring. Javier knew that Michael probably loved him too, but he hesitated to take their relationship any further. As it was, Javier had already crossed an unspoken line by allowing himself to become involved with a man who worked under him.
Saul would be greatly disappointed. Likely fire us both if he found out.
Seeking out Michael had been very unprofessional of him. The owner of the Hampton Road Club had always stressed to Javier, that in his capacity as head of staff, Javier needed to remain professional in order to manage everyone effectively. But Javier had recognized the ache in Michael’s eyes, the need in the way he held his body with so much tension. From the moment he’d spied the dark-haired, pale-skinned young man, Javier had been lost to him.
I can’t take the risk that Michael would pay because of my selfish desires.
Even if Javier was forced out, it would be nothing compared to the anguish he’d experience if Michael were to be let go. After hearing Michael’s story, Javier’s only wish from that moment forward had been to keep him safe and protected. He never wanted Michael to be without a nice roof over his head or decent food to eat. Javier would make certain that Michael never suffered from being cast aside again.
This has to be the last time. I’ve let this go on for much too long.
He’d seek out Saul’s advice as to who he might recommend to help Michael with his ingrained need to submit to a Dominant man. His gut clenched at the thought of another man’s touch on his boy, but he had to think of what was best for Michael’s future.
“Such a patient, submissive boy.” He swallowed down the emotion building in his throat. “You’d make any Master happy.”
Michael’s brow furrowed. “Thank you, Sir. You’re so kind to me. Forgive my impudence, but you’re the only Master I wish to make happy.”
“Quiet!” He hated himself for pushing Michael away, but he had no choice. “Did I give you permission to speak, boy?”
“N-no, Sir. You didn’t.”
“Then perhaps you need something to keep your mouth busy.”
Javier presented his softening cock to Michael, rubbed the beads of early spend that he’d already leaked when hard across Michael’s full bottom lip. He pushed away the thoughts of losing Michael and focused his attention on where it needed to be at that moment.
As he swiped the spongy head of his dick around Michael’s mouth, his length filled again, hardening completely. There was nothing more beautiful than Michael’s lips wrapped around Javier’s steeled flesh.
“Take it, boy.”
Javier surged his hips forward, sliding into the wet heated cavern of Michael’s mouth, the rasp of his boy’s tongue on the underside of his shaft before it teased his glans, tightening his balls almost instantly. He fisted a handful of Michael’s hair again, held him fast as he fucked Michael’s face. He’d trained Michael to swallow and suck, and he was damn good at it.
“That’s it. Take it all the way in. Show me how much you love my cock going down your throat.”
Javier picked up the pace of his fucking, Michael opening up to him with each thrust. Michael worked harder to take in air through his nose, but he didn’t choke. He didn’t grab Javier or hold on to keep his balance. He just accepted Javier’s dick as it was shoved past Michael’s gag reflex.
Javier’s climax ripped through him and he froze, grabbing Michael’s head between his hands and holding him still as he pumped his seed down Michael’s throat. As he softened, he let his sated member fall from Michael’s lips, allowed him to lap up the remaining cum that dribbled out of his slit.
Gazing down at Michael, Javier drank in the sight of the beautiful young man as he nuzzled his crotch. The evidence of tears remained, but Michael’s expression contained nothing but joy as he rubbed his face into Javier’s groin and against his limp shaft. Before he’d realized he’d been doing it, he found himself stroking Michael’s head, carding his fingers through his lush hair.
His stomach sank at his own weakness. How could he let Michael go?
What am I going to do?
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